Speaking of Cannibalism

The Ninja of Ninjas stepped upon the plaza square. Overlooking the crowd. A stage if ever there was one. He needed to test his might. He needed to wrestle. He needed TO FIGHT. 

Upon the stage he crossed his arms. Voicing out his challenge. 

"ORA ORA! THOSE OF YOU WORTHY OF FACING ME! COME! LET US PARTAKE IN BATTLE! FOR HONOR! FOR JUSTICE! FOR LOVE! COME THOSE WHO ACHE AND THIRST FOR A WORTHY ADVERSARY!!! COME TO THE STAGE!" 

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So I propose a new meme for Sundays! For all those with a strong man muse, may you look no further! STRONG MAN SMACK DOWN SUNDAYS. Let’s make it a thing. Not limited to Baras, only those with THE WILL TO FIGHT! Feel free to challenge your fellow STRONG MEN to battle! those who reblog this, I assume are welcoming challenges! Allow me to list a few. 

Alligator wrangling

Arm wrestling

Alcohol chugging

Muscle flexing 

Shouting matches

Scar comparing 

FIST FIGHTING

BEAR FIGHTING

TAG TEAM CAGE MATCHES

LAUGHING AT THE FACE OF DEATH. 

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

“ It’s certainly not sweet like candy, that is for certain, yet I can see why people call it such a thing… A mere taste gives you such a euphoria; it’s rather overwhelming :-) “ of course, she preferred her sugar over this ‘candy’, but she wasn’t complaining about it either. And—

Oh.

Oh. Panda Hero, what are you doing? Your breath tickles the blonde’s cheeks, so she giggles a bit more, before watching our dear Hero revert back to her position. Sugar didn’t really mind though. Sugar didn’t mind a lot of things.

“ Very well. I will keep it dear to my heart and add it to my growing collection in my room, “ yeah Sugar’s entire room is just massive piles of sugar. She thinks it’s rather magnificent, really. Anyway, she begins to skip down and out of the alleyway, before turning to her friend with another grin.

"Ya got a room filled with all o' that sugary shi'? 'Doesn't sound li'e such a bad place, kehehe... Those fuckin' assholes thought tha' makin' me live in a box was their idea of some shit-ass joke. I mean, a fuckin' box? ... Tha' shit's a fuckin' luxury where I come from. 'Joke's on their sorry asses."

[Oh, so you're not upset about the box, Panda Hero? You do have quite the point, though. A land filled with dust, scraps of metal, and a massive baseball diamond. That is what your home is back in your so-called "world". You sleep among the larger pieces of metal and use them as a roof. You're constantly being buffeted by the grainy pieces of dust and debris. Not the most enjoyable of places to live, but it is your true home, Panda Hero.]

[The Sweet Thing suddenly hops off the crate that the two Victors were seated on. Skipping, skipping. Skipping out of the alley before turning towards our Hero. She simply asks our Hero if she will be tagging along, and the Panda Hero nods with a grin. Noodle in hand, our Hero jumps off the crate and makes sure she has as many bags of that magical powder stashed on her as possible. Our Hero looks down at a lowly heathen's body near her boots. After a well-delivered kick to the wretches ribs, the Panda Hero follows her Sweet Thing.]

Sugar has no idea what our dear Hero is doing, but she watched intently, with unwavering eyes full of curiosity; what was she doing with that white powder? Oh! She was eating it! Of course, of course; Sugar wasn’t sure what else she was expecting… Perhaps it was because she knew this wasn’t sugar or that it was even edible… ” Oh, why thank you ever so much, my heroic friend :-) “ she grins, carefully examining the bag before dipping a finger into it and licking it in a very odd manner. This tastes… This tastes… Kind of… Weird.

But not bad. Sugar almost wants to try some more but she decides to save it for later, so she tucks the bag int her bandages around her waist. ” What is that? It’s definitely not sugar, my dear friend…. “ she chuckles, genuinely curious to know.

[Oh, what's this? The charming Sweet Thing has decided to accept our Hero's offer of her treasure, and she seems quite pleased by it! It is a treasure, after all. A treasure from the Panda Hero must be enjoyed, and it simply must be appreciated. Because our Hero happens to not be such a giving person, she happens to be on quite the pins and needles when making such an offer to someone. Pins and needles...]

"Keheheh... Y' like it, 'uh? Thi' shit's got a ass ton o' names. Coke, blow, snow, Bernie, and even... Candy. Keheheh, so maybe this shit is kinda li'e candy, ain't it?"

[Our Hero leans in unusually close to her Sweet Thing, unusually close. A raspy breath. A half-open mouth. A crooked smile. Raspy breath gently breathes onto her Sweet Thing's cheek. A chuckle is followed, and our Hero suddenly pulls herself back to her usual position. My, you've really taken a liking to this Sweet Thing, haven't you, Panda Hero?]

"Yea', tha' bag's all yers. Keep it, eat it, snort it, ya can even go an' fuckin' sell it; all tha' shit's good with me."